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Waiting For The Sun
A weak midnight
where thought,
dark thoughts
take over.
Covering myself with
blankets and singing the
theme to the Smurfs,
"La la la-la la la"
trying to drown it all out.
Nightmares flourish.
where thought,
dark thoughts
take over.
Covering myself with
blankets and singing the
theme to the Smurfs,
"La la la-la la la"
trying to drown it all out.
Nightmares flourish.
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